Starchild7309
2013-12-12, 10:55 PM
Ok so this is the full back story of my newest character. He is a half Fey Druid of the high forest. Its kinda long, sorry for that. At the same time I started my new character another player rolled up a strongheart halfling so we decided on the half brother angle. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.
About 27 years ago my father, Dragan, left what was left of his clan of Stronghearts and moved west. The desire to see the world and to stifle the pain of a broken heart forced him to never stop moving. In tow he brought my half brother, Thocul with him. He was but a small hin child at the time, unsure of what the future held for him or our father as they escaped the plague that destroyed their clan.
Being handy with a blade, my father took on all sorts of jobs, but never stayed in one place too long. Upon reaching Loudwater my father boarded Thocul with the local tavern keeper and took up a job escorting merchants along the trade routes.
One day, while taking a route too close to the High Forest my father's caravan was attacked by a great green dragon. Its ferocity scattered the guard and merchant alike. While trying to escape my father, very accidently stumbled upon my mother as he hoped to hide among the trees.
My mother, sensing that Dragan was in great danger made herself known, which is rare for the fair folk of the High Forest. Stepping out into the open, this beautiful vision of Fey beckoned my father to follow her to safety. For him, even in the desperation of escape, it was love at first sight. For my mother it was love also, but it developed slowly over the days Dragan spent with her healing up and recuperating from his wounds. She found his dedication and genuine heart to be intoxicating.
Within just a matter of days my father was living in two worlds, one where he was the responsible father of a young child in Loudwater and one where he had finally found the peace for his soul in the High Forest. After much soul searching he made his decision. Knowing Thocul had the gift, he took the last of his saved coin and enrolled Thocul in the local arcane academy. It was a difficult decision, but he know the High Forest was no place for a young hin boy, especially when he was so gifted. Therefore, with much sadness, but a resolve that was unwaivering he left Thocul to the mages and headed back to his new love.
Within a few months she was with child. This is where, for good or worse my story starts. I was born a healthy and beautiful baby, half hin, half fey. I was a blessing to both my parents, but tragedy seemed to stalk my father. He made it a habit of visiting his first son monthly, for he still loved him greatly. However, as I was only in this world a few months, another dragon entered his life and changed all our fates once again. This time my father was not so lucky, slain by the green terror. I am sure my mother was devastated, but I was too young to know any better.
My older half brother continued his studies through the years, bitter and angry with this false idea that our father truly abandoned him. His last words to my brother being, "Thocul, you have a brother and he is beautiful. He means as much to me as you and one day we will all be a family, together." Though that never happened.
My Mother found my father's body, or at least what was left of it. She turned bitter, angry at my half brother for providing the temptation of the heart that caused my father to make the dangerous trips to Loudwater and back monthly. For the longest time I never knew I even had a half brother. I was raised as a Fey, though it was obvious I was not fully. I was taught to respect and care for my home, the forest. I was also taught that those that live behind the walls in town do nothing but intrude and damage the forest.
However, near my 17th name day, my mother shook my entire reality when she told me the true story of my father's death and why he traveled to town. I ha a brother, a link to the father I had never known. I begged to go see him but my mother forbade it. Though I was rebellious and did not heed her words. Within a fortnight there I was standing at the door to the academy asking for Thocal. Our first meeting were cold and full of resentment. However in time we both opened up, curious about one another. Within a year of the same monthly adventures my father had made I found that though Thocul seemed to have much more than I, he was devoid of happiness. Its seemed his Master was a cruel and quick with anger that Thocul usually caught the brunt of. I vowed to free him, to help him escape, but he wanted more and more knowledge, strength to make his mast pay.
Fast forward, it has been 8 years of monthly visits and all have been pleasant as one can expect for two people from different worlds trying to bridge the gaps of their lives with each other. It would seem though something bothered Thocul and when pressed he came out with it. He had a deep seated resentment for me and my way as it cost him his father. Feeling the sting of his words I shot back that if it were not for him my father would be alive and I would know him. My father's inability to let go of Thocul cost him his life. Last month, when I left the academy, you could feel the ice that had grown between us.
It has been a busy month though in the High Forest and I have learned of troubling things...The forest whispers to me. Whispers the secrets held within itself. There are Clerics of an evil God setting up outposts through out my forest and it would seem that the ones that wear the Red Hand have moved from Star Mount and travel south, headed for Loudwater.
No matter my feelings for my brother, he is still my blood. I must warn him and the good people of Loudwater of the coming attack. I must help them so that maybe, just maybe, they will help me rid the forest of the evil clerics and their destruction of the forest. So now I run, my small legs carrying me faster than ever before, headed towards the gates of Loudwater, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I cry out the warning of impending danger.
About 27 years ago my father, Dragan, left what was left of his clan of Stronghearts and moved west. The desire to see the world and to stifle the pain of a broken heart forced him to never stop moving. In tow he brought my half brother, Thocul with him. He was but a small hin child at the time, unsure of what the future held for him or our father as they escaped the plague that destroyed their clan.
Being handy with a blade, my father took on all sorts of jobs, but never stayed in one place too long. Upon reaching Loudwater my father boarded Thocul with the local tavern keeper and took up a job escorting merchants along the trade routes.
One day, while taking a route too close to the High Forest my father's caravan was attacked by a great green dragon. Its ferocity scattered the guard and merchant alike. While trying to escape my father, very accidently stumbled upon my mother as he hoped to hide among the trees.
My mother, sensing that Dragan was in great danger made herself known, which is rare for the fair folk of the High Forest. Stepping out into the open, this beautiful vision of Fey beckoned my father to follow her to safety. For him, even in the desperation of escape, it was love at first sight. For my mother it was love also, but it developed slowly over the days Dragan spent with her healing up and recuperating from his wounds. She found his dedication and genuine heart to be intoxicating.
Within just a matter of days my father was living in two worlds, one where he was the responsible father of a young child in Loudwater and one where he had finally found the peace for his soul in the High Forest. After much soul searching he made his decision. Knowing Thocul had the gift, he took the last of his saved coin and enrolled Thocul in the local arcane academy. It was a difficult decision, but he know the High Forest was no place for a young hin boy, especially when he was so gifted. Therefore, with much sadness, but a resolve that was unwaivering he left Thocul to the mages and headed back to his new love.
Within a few months she was with child. This is where, for good or worse my story starts. I was born a healthy and beautiful baby, half hin, half fey. I was a blessing to both my parents, but tragedy seemed to stalk my father. He made it a habit of visiting his first son monthly, for he still loved him greatly. However, as I was only in this world a few months, another dragon entered his life and changed all our fates once again. This time my father was not so lucky, slain by the green terror. I am sure my mother was devastated, but I was too young to know any better.
My older half brother continued his studies through the years, bitter and angry with this false idea that our father truly abandoned him. His last words to my brother being, "Thocul, you have a brother and he is beautiful. He means as much to me as you and one day we will all be a family, together." Though that never happened.
My Mother found my father's body, or at least what was left of it. She turned bitter, angry at my half brother for providing the temptation of the heart that caused my father to make the dangerous trips to Loudwater and back monthly. For the longest time I never knew I even had a half brother. I was raised as a Fey, though it was obvious I was not fully. I was taught to respect and care for my home, the forest. I was also taught that those that live behind the walls in town do nothing but intrude and damage the forest.
However, near my 17th name day, my mother shook my entire reality when she told me the true story of my father's death and why he traveled to town. I ha a brother, a link to the father I had never known. I begged to go see him but my mother forbade it. Though I was rebellious and did not heed her words. Within a fortnight there I was standing at the door to the academy asking for Thocal. Our first meeting were cold and full of resentment. However in time we both opened up, curious about one another. Within a year of the same monthly adventures my father had made I found that though Thocul seemed to have much more than I, he was devoid of happiness. Its seemed his Master was a cruel and quick with anger that Thocul usually caught the brunt of. I vowed to free him, to help him escape, but he wanted more and more knowledge, strength to make his mast pay.
Fast forward, it has been 8 years of monthly visits and all have been pleasant as one can expect for two people from different worlds trying to bridge the gaps of their lives with each other. It would seem though something bothered Thocul and when pressed he came out with it. He had a deep seated resentment for me and my way as it cost him his father. Feeling the sting of his words I shot back that if it were not for him my father would be alive and I would know him. My father's inability to let go of Thocul cost him his life. Last month, when I left the academy, you could feel the ice that had grown between us.
It has been a busy month though in the High Forest and I have learned of troubling things...The forest whispers to me. Whispers the secrets held within itself. There are Clerics of an evil God setting up outposts through out my forest and it would seem that the ones that wear the Red Hand have moved from Star Mount and travel south, headed for Loudwater.
No matter my feelings for my brother, he is still my blood. I must warn him and the good people of Loudwater of the coming attack. I must help them so that maybe, just maybe, they will help me rid the forest of the evil clerics and their destruction of the forest. So now I run, my small legs carrying me faster than ever before, headed towards the gates of Loudwater, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I cry out the warning of impending danger.